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They laugh with true passion
They live from the heart
Their endurance of will
Challenged from the start
Their smiles are wide
With words unrehearsed
Their love is so grand
I forget of their curse
Their innocence is true
No judgment within
With courage and hope
This battle they'll win
My heroes are children
Fighting to live
Because even in torment
They have something to give
This plot is pure chaos
Missing scenes, missing parts
We’ve reached our resolution
Before our story starts
The conflict and the fighting
The climax of our lives
The tragedy of our words
Scream we won’t survive
All our sadistic memories
Make us who we are
All our filthy thoughts
Won’t get us very far
We improvise the laughter
The smiles they are fake
We paint our selves a comedy
When reality we cant take
This theme of pain is horrid
The irony of our fate
This symbol of love is awful
Two hearts filled up with hate
Our simile of happiness
Like sunshine in the night
The metaphor of love
A necklace worn too tight
Our dialogue is broken
You won’t talk to me
My monologue is lost
And I’m left my soliloquy
No chance to show my feelings
No chance to make amends
Misplaced from the beginning
No chance of being friends
Your satire is discarded
Your act of chivalry
This paradox is twisted
This life reality
If these words are speaking
Then you personify them too
This love’s a flower wilting
As I am to you
Your words they shoot the poison
As my leaves fal to the ground
My voice locked in a prison
A waste of useless sound
This onomatopoeia
The pow when we began
Foreshadowed me an ending
I couldn’t understand
The flowers and the kisses
Disguise your hidden scheme
Your cruel and violent passion
Is worse than any dream
The hindsight of our future
Will never be exposed
And our denouement
Will bring our final close
We can not keep from fighting
Without biting off our tongues
These words we hear are toxic
Like acid in our lungs
As I come to think
Figurative language is a lie
It’s twisting the truth
Just like you and I
My friends they are my writing jotted down in pen;
and as the years go on our stories all begin.
Ashley is the thoughts... unprdictable and unsure;
always holding back whats inside of her.
Melissa is the reason... the feeling in my heart;
if it werent for her im sure life would fall apart.
Warren is my writting .... neat but sloppy too;
and if im ever bored there's somthing we can do.
Jeremy is the meaning always there and great;
always and insperation but running somewhat late.
I, I am the writer, that has no regrets;
and with my many friends, this is as good as it gets.
My family is a nightmare; that starts out as a dream.
Like a family portrait, not all is as it seems .
My father is reality slipping out of reach;
pesimistic views is all he'll ever preach.
My mother is the fear, the panic, and the rage;
never slipping up this world is her stage.
My sister is the breathing speeding up and down.
She's forever restless; her head is never bound.
My brother is the twitching, the tosses, and the turns;
always wanting back the bridges that he burns.
And I, I am the dreamer watching as it grows;
as the night is ending...and my dreams come to a close.
ok so this is a story im working on wanna give me some feed back please?
"Hit me.” She says looking at a man sitting on the corner of their mattress in their small master bed room. He has dark hair and dark loving eyes. When his face is shaved, you can see he resembles Tom Cruise.
“No.” He replies looking into her eyes with confusion.
“Hit me.” She commands with more authority in her voice than she had before. He stands from his position on the bed and takes a step toward the woman.
why is it every time someone calls me gorgous ...beautiful ... or even pretty i have such a hard time beleiving them.... its not so much with the pretty i kno im pretty.... but im not beautiful and im FAR from gorgous...... i just dont understand
i wish i could see what they see
Idk i jsut dont kno
been a little depressed lately ... well alot depressed actually .... but i keep telling myself ill be fine
i just ... its so hard wen my dad came home i knew it was going to be hard i knew it but i dont think i was ready i wish i had some one to talk to not over the net or on the phone somone to REALLY talk to to hug ME and tell ME its all goignto be ok.... its so hard when im doing all of this my sister cant take it shes 'weak' as some would say she cries she cant stand to see my dad like this and my mom she's exhosted and gets aggitated too easily to really HELP alot .... so it leaves me i help alll the time i bring him his water help him to the bathroom help him get situated fix his pillows get his food cover him up get his meds ...im up and down all night getting him what he needs .... i do it and i was right there holding his hand last night when he hurt so bad he cried ... and it was so hard not to cry too .... but i couldnt let myself becasue my dad needs me and he needs me to be strong .... i am strong and .. .this is hard ....
today i yellled and i shouldnt have i should have bit my tongue he needs me i shouldnt argue i should give any one a hassle but ITS SO HARD it feels like im doing it alone and to see my dad like this its heartbreaking it hurts.
and to think that his pain may never go away ....its hidious and devistating.
im so depressed i really just ughhhh i want to go to sleep and just sleep forever or at least until January cause then my dad will be better
i want some one to talk to i want someone to lean on i want some one HERE with me
I want Jeremy I want Melissa i want to take away his pain i want my family's problems to be solved.
God?.... help
Fingernails and broken spine
I lay here and say I'm fine
Lay here bleeding feeling bleeding pain
Drowning slowly in the rain
Scream and cry and push and shove
Take me make me feel me love
Show me truth now in your heart
Don't drift away don't depart...
Don't leave me here all alone
Don't disregard all that I've shown
Believe that thunder in the skies,
See the truth behind my lies
In the night we'll drift ashore
As we fight eternal war
Hear my heart beat see my tears
Look around I shatter mirrors
The person here is some one else
The real me hidden on a shelf
I don't know where I am or who to be
All that I know is I am not me
Off and on a fight inside
Makes me want to run and hide
Close my eyes and turn away
I'm lost at what I'm so post to say
I've lost my lines and failed my part
And now my mask has fallen apart
Left revealed I hide my face
For I have never had a place
I've lied and lied I can not lie any more
because my body's on the floor
I was fake outside inside not much from dead
now I lie here things left unsaid
my hearts not working my bloods not a flow
and you wonder why I had to go
I tell you now I'm just a fake
so in the end REALLY who did I take ??
Am I gorgeous?
Am I tall?
Am I beautiful at all?
Am I strong?
Am I weak?
Should my eyes they never leak
Should I walk?
Should I run?
Should I go out and have some fun?
Should I dance?
Should I sing?
Should my hand bare a ring?
Should I be happy?
Or be sad?
Should I go and hug my dad?
Should I laugh?
Should I smile?
Should I go to sleep a while?
Should I hide?
Should I run?
Should I say I have begun?
Should I stop?
Should I go?
Should I already know?
Should I trust?
Should care?
Should all of this be fair?
Do I dream?
Do I wake?
Do I have to eat the cake?
Am I crazy?
Am I real?
Are these things what I should feel?
Ask a question.
Leave a mark.
Don’t sit lifeless in the dark.
Make a move
Turn on the light
Be surprised at your new sight
Are you happy?
Are you there?
Do you really truly care?
Are you laughing?
Are you confused?
Do you feel like you’ve been used?
Am I worth it?
Am I here?
Should I even have this fear?
